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This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set command ya

Said it was blue when your blood was red
That's how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head, blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead

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Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen, he was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold turn you to stone before ya realize

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And motherfuckers lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?", yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?"

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?"
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?"
Check-a, check-a, check it out

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And motherfuckers lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again Jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until your mind is locked in

Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say, "Jump" and you say, "How high?"
You brain-dead, you got a fuckin' bullet in your head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?", yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?"

Yeah

Standin' in line believin' the lies
Bowin' down to the flag, you got a bullet in your head
Standin' in line, believin' the lies?
You bowin' down to the flag, you got a bullet in your head

Bullet in your head, a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head, a bullet in a head

A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head
A bullet in your head, you got a bullet in your fuckin' head

Yeah
Yeah

Writer(s): Timothy Commerford, Zack M De La Rocha, Brad J Wilk, Tom Morello

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